Dave shut his laptop with a sigh. The long email he has just received had awoken old memories, memories that had given him nightmares for years afterwards. Memories that he had only recently managed to lock away in some hidden corner of his subconscious. And now they came flooding back with all the horror and sickening emotions that accompanied them.
In early 2003 he was working as an investigative journalist in Cambodia to uncover some of the child s*x trade in Svay Pak, a mostly ethnic Vietnamese village just north of the capital, Phnom Penh. One of his colleagues at The Guardian had written a piece on Svay Pak the year before and Dave wanted to delve deeper, to scratch the surface and see who was enabling these paedophiles to operate with such absolute impunity. But none of his pre-tri
